The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Nurture?" Xiao Su didn't understand.

"Hmm..." Zhaoyan thought for a while, "He gave me money to buy me..."

"Buy a fart!" Xiao Su's anger rose instantly, and he tightened Zhaoyan's waist with one hand, "You sold it before? If you dare to sell it, I will wring that person's head off right now!"

Zhaoyan was strangled by him, and his face wrinkled into a ball: "I didn't sell it, really, I didn't."

Xiao Su breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Zhaoyan and didn't let go, his stomach was full of fire, and he didn't know who was suffocating.

Zhaoyan's eyes turned red: "You have to ask yourself...you're not happy if you ask..."

He raised his hand to wipe away the teardrops that slid down the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up in sadness, but he held back: "You have lived in this world for so many years, but you are not in the same space as me... I don't know that I will meet you... To whom, when I meet others, you don't show up..."

Xiao Su still couldn't understand the meaning of "not in the same space".

He thought of Lingxi, Zhaoyan's previous request that he take back the imprint left in Zhaoyan's body, and Zhaoyan's countless escapes before. These emotions were mixed with the annoyance caused by the entanglement of the cultivators at the moment, and all of them were blocked in his heart for a while. , and because the person in front of him was Zhaoyan, he deliberately suppressed it.

pressing.

The breathing became heavier and heavier, and the brows became tighter and tighter.

Xiao Su stopped his sword suddenly, and the two of them landed in a forest.

The environment is unfamiliar, and I don't know where it is.

Xiao Su pulled the person in his arms, pinched Zhao Yan's chin, and kissed him hard.

The breath was fanatical and domineering, rudely encroaching on all the breath in Zhao Yan's nose.

Teeth broke Zhaoyan's lips, Zhaoyan suffered from pain, and the mist in his eyes became more and more intense.

The spilled blood was tasted by Xiao Su little by little, and he sucked the wound on Zhaoyan's lips tenderly, the sharp sting gradually became so intense that Zhaoyan couldn't ignore it.

He started to struggle.

"Xiao, Xiao Su...it hurts..." Zhao Yan's nose turned pitifully red, he avoided, Xiao Su chased after him.

"Hide from what?" Xiao Su tightened his arms holding Zhaoyan, his voice contained impatience and imperceptible begging, as if he ordered, "Don't hide from me."

Zhaoyan found in a daze that Xiao Su called him "I" more often.

Because of Xiao Su's squeeze, he couldn't stand still, and took a half step back.

This move was interpreted by Xiao Su as dodge.

He clasped the opponent's waist and locked him tightly in his arms.

This time I was really angry.

But the smile in Zhao Yan's eyes still stays belatedly on the change of Xiao Su's address.

He slowly stretched out his hand and embraced Xiao Su, his eyes, cheeks, and corners of his mouth were all red.On the expression is inquiry, he is curious about Xiao Su's thoughts...

But when he raised his head, he directly bumped into the surging anger in the opponent's dark eyes.

Zhaoyan was startled, his smile froze, and tears fell from his eyes in an instant.

Xiao Su didn't allow him to breathe, put his lips close together, kissed away his tears, the tip of his tongue traveled along the arc of his eyelashes, and swallowed up all the salty tears.

"Xiao Su, what are you thinking..." Zhao Yan didn't understand, he sniffed and put his hands on Xiao Su's chest.

Xiao Su gripped his hand firmly, restraining the opponent's attempts to push away from him.

"I want to hug you."

The voice was rough, with manic urgency.

Xiao Su rubbed his waist with his hands, he closed his eyes to feel the smell on Zhao Yan's body, it was fragrant, rich and sweet, it was what he liked and wanted to monopolize.

"You're not happy..." Zhao Yan couldn't cooperate, he shook his head, his eyes were red.

A few seconds later, he looked down at Xiao Su, who buried his head between his neck and rubbed his teeth against the skin of his neck: "You are angry..."

When Xiao Su heard the words, his body froze suddenly.

The teeth loosened slowly, letting go of the ground red piece of meat.

After regaining his sanity a little, Xiao Su took a deep breath and hugged the thin body tightly in his arms.

The hot lips moved away, touching Zhaoyan's red ear tips, and the hot and humid breath was sticky, leaving imperceptible water stains on the other side's ears.

"You will always stay by this deity's side." Xiao Su asked him, his voice a little absent-minded, "You don't belong to anyone other than this deity..."

Zhaoyan was so itchy that he wanted to dodge, but what Xiao Su said did not allow him to do such a behavior at this moment.

He hesitated for a while when he nodded, his almond eyes reflected the endless green leaves and the shadow of the sun falling in the strange woods.

"I want to stay by your side all the time." Zhaoyan lowered his eyes, his clear deer-like eyes finally looked at Xiao Su this time, with a little smile and tears that were not wiped away, "Both me and the baby want to."

Xiao Su grinned.

The gloomy fog that filled my heart gradually dissipated.

"You said your home is in a small town of the Federation." Xiao Su said, "Why don't you take me to see it now."

After hearing this sentence, Zhao Yan understood that Xiao Su didn't understand his origin at all.

"I can't go." Zhao Yan put his forehead on his chest, "To go to my house, I need to pass, Lingxi. And I'm not sure whether Lingxi will send me back..."

Xiao Su's face darkened, he looked deeply at Zhao Yan, his eyes were dim.

"You have a secret that the deity cannot understand."

"It's not a secret." Zhao Yan replied, "I've told you many times. You can't understand, so you don't want to believe it."

Xiao Su became irritable again.

Seeing the black flames rising between his brows, Zhao Yan hastily raised his head and kissed his chin: "Xiao Su, stop being angry. I don't want to go anywhere by your side."

Xiao Su looked at him dubiously.

"I won't lie to you." Zhao Yan added, swearing.

"Oh." Xiao Su was reluctantly coaxed, but began to reach out to untie Zhaoyan's belt.

Zhaoyan hastily pulled back his belt and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"hug you."

"But here it is, outside." Zhaoyan looked around, his eyelashes trembling nervously.

"What does it matter." Xiao Su kissed his plump lips, "If anyone dared to look at this deity, they would goug out their eyes."

Zhaoyan tied back his belt, and looked at Xiao Su dissatisfied.

Xiao Su was startled.

Then he also looked at Zhaoyan with dissatisfaction, a bit of rejection appeared in his dark eyes.

"Tch." Xiao Su took his hand, clenched it tightly, and walked forward together with him, "If you don't let me hug you, don't let me hug you. Find an excuse to be outside."

Hearing Zhaoyan was speechless, but he found it funny.

He looked at Xiao Su's tall figure, and the corners of his lips raised a beautiful and brilliant arc.

Xiao Su is so childish.

The two ended up finding an inn near where they were staying.

Zhaoyan didn't eat in the morning, and his stomach growled from hunger.

He poked his stomach in front of Xiao Su, sat on the chair, and said softly, "Here, it's empty."

"Congee or noodles?" Xiao Su rubbed his hair, messing up the hair that was drooping on the top of his head.

"Congee." Zhao Yan raised his head, letting the other party make up his mind, "Sweet."

Xiao Su asked Xiaoer to prepare for Zhaoyan.

When the porridge came, Xiao Su hugged Zhaoyan and sat on his lap, watching Zhaoyan eat as usual.

Zhaoyan smelled the sweet and greasy porridge, so he couldn't wait to take a spoonful and put it into his mouth, but the next second he wrinkled his face and withdrew the spoon from his mouth.

"what happened?"

"hot."

"My deity, check to see if there is any burns."

Zhao Yan got into Xiao Su's arms with wet eyes, and shyly stuck out his red tongue for him to see.

Xiao Su laughed out loud, and wanted to kiss after watching.